Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Scripture – Daily Object Writing – Aug 29

There’s so many words laid flat and bound in the holy book that the pages are like tissue paper, turning to the next page of neatly ordered words in parallel columns his words are illuminated in red, “blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth” etc etc. I hear the words in my head like a constant river maybe 50 feet wide, a back ground whisper of water along the bank of consciousness, whereas Mr Buddha, now he’ s just like a mountain snow melt stream that’s just beginning, small birds twittering in a field. And that God in the Koran, well that’s a visit to the blacksmith’s shop BIG, HEAVY, DEMANDING WORDS being struck on the anvil of your heart and mind. In one form or another each is the word of God or A god or a deity. It’s been quite some time since the bible sat upon my lap like a new born baby I would fawn over and take delight in. Do we become immune after a time? Once we’ve extracted the ‘meaning’ we want?

Now these passages and readings and phrases are just back ground noise in the clash of other philosophies that bombard us relentlessly. Religion seems to be like distant ringing railway crossing bells that I’ve learned to tune out. Maybe one day I’ll go back to the station and wait for the train of enlightenment, but for now the trains ain’t running. Why did that happen I ask? Is it because I kept consulting the timetable and the train never turned up and I just gave up on the idea? How many times can you pay the fare and not take the ride. Whatever – I still believe in trains.